onemoretime
Dreaming the life
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There is no triumph without sadness.
Okay. Just don't do it again.I completely forgot that your opinion is truth. Forgive me.
Nonsense. You just keep moving words around in an attempt to sound profound. And fail.There is no triumph without sadness.
When one starts saying stuff like "beauty can be ugly" it might sound profound but in reality it's completely meaningless.
Nonsense. You just keep moving words around in an attempt to sound profound. And fail.
But without that sadness/pain you'd have nothing to compare/contrast the triumph with.
That's definitely not beautiful but I can't just turn away. I have to figure out some way to fight it or "reverse it" by donating or volunteering and correcting others when they spout ignorance about such things.
I didn't mean metaphorically, i meant literaly...visually.
Also i'm not sure you purse is big enough or your body omnipresent enough to be able to respond in the way you suggest to everything along these lines that goes on, or (even) that you are aware of...it's just not possible.
That does not mean you shouldn't try of course, i try myself but it's a long old road.
No i get it. I sometimes feel i am a misplaced warrior.I try. I shouldn't but I try. Otherwise it'd just eat me alive. Hard to explain.
But like I said, it's a luxury and I know I'm not supposed to be engaging in this type of activity too often because it distracts me from happiness, which I've discovered, it just as lofty a goal.
Beauty has an intrinsic sadness in that we perceive it’s ephemerality – we mourn it before it is lost because its passing is sad, and everything that is beautiful must fade, every beautiful experience must eventually end. I think maybe it’s more poignant for Ns since we are rarely completely immersed in the moment, but always looking ahead to what might be and what will be - dissolution.
As a minor point of connect, yes -- no matter what I look like, I see the beauty and life in the face of death, and I see the pall of death upon that which is alive. I see it all at once, I can't separate it or stay in the Now. I see someone in front of me, I can simultaneously see them at their decline as well as in their youth. It's all the same to me, and it stirs up a mix of feelings.
Just watched Pan's Labyrinth again over the weekend with my son, and that movies really captures a lot of that feeling for me... ephemerality of life, and what a beautiful and tragic thing that is. That whole concept is only accentuated with existential awareness, which suggests that there is no real eternity where life continues, that death is the end, and yet life and one's existence is even more beautiful because of its fragile, temporary nature.
I would like to say that I disagree with some of the rest, since I find sadness in this vein beautiful and moving... but your comments about masochism might have some truth in them -- the pain and push/pull of opposing emotions for some reason feels pleasurable on some level.